Pheasants (雉)
すずの音やちかくなるらんみかりのにかくろへかねてききす鳴くなり
suzu no ne ya
chikakunaruran
mikarino ni
kakuroekanete
kigisu nakunari | Do the harness bells
Seem to draw near?
In the imperial hunting grounds
Unable to conceal himself
A pheasant is a’crying. |
Daishin
Pheasants (雉)
あふことのかたののきぎすつま恋にむべほろほろとたちゐ鳴くらん
au koto no
katano no kigisu
tsumagoi ni
mube horohoro to
tachi’i nakuran | To meet at
Katano, the pheasants,
For mates a’yearning,
Do, indeed, hoarsely
Seem to cry, starting into flight. |
Higo
Pheasants (雉)
かり人は声をたづぬとしらねばやかすみのうちにきぎす鳴くらん
karibito wa
koe o tazunu to
shiraneba ya
kasumi no uchi ni
kigisu nakuran | Of hunters
His song seeking
All unknowing?
From within the haze
Does the pheasant seem to call. |
Kanemasa
Pheasants (雉)
きぎす鳴く野べを霞はつつめどもほほろともれて声ぞきこゆる
kigisu naku
nobe o kasumi wa
tsutsumedomo
hohoro to morete
koe zo kikoyuru | The pheasant-crying
Fields in haze
Are wrapped, yet
Mixed in with the wingbeats
Comes the sound of song. |
Tadafusa
Pheasants (雉)
いとどしくおのがありかをやるいぬをここにありとやとりの鳴くらん
itodoshiku
ono ga arika o
yaru inu o
koko ni ari to ya
tori no nakuran | At long last
Is it that their location,
To the hunting hounds,
Is revealed by
The birds’ calls? |
Toshiyori
Pheasants (雉)
みかりするかた野のみのを今朝みればひとつ松ねに雉鳴くなり
mikarisuru
katano no mino o
kesa mireba
hitotsu matsu ne ni
kigisu nakunari | When upon the imperial hunting grounds
Of Katano plain
I gaze this morn,
From a single pine root
A pheasant is a’crying. |
Nakazane
Pheasants (雉)
あはれしや焼野にもれしみねのわのむら草かくれ雉鳴くなり
awareshi ya
yakeno ni moreshi
mine no wa no
murakusa kakure
kigisu nakunari | O, how sad!
Fled from the fire-burnt fields
Around the peak
Concealed among the clumps of grass
The pheasants are a’crying. |
Akinaka
Imperial Visits to the Fields
あかねさすみかりの小野にたつきぎす空とるたかにあはせつるかな
akane sasu
mikari no ono ni
tatsu kigisu
sora toru taka ni
awasetsuru kana | Shining madder red,
From the imperial hunting grounds
Pheasants take flight;
Hawks hunting in the skies
Are they sure to meet! |
Minamoto no Nakazane
源仲実
Composed on violets, at the time of the same hundred poem sequence.
雉子鳴く石田の小野の坪菫しめさすばかりなりにけるかな
kigisu naku
iFata no wono no
tubosumire
sime sasu bakari
narinikeru kana |
Pheasants call
From Iwata meadows where
Violets are
Simply symbols of
Their possession. |
Akisue
顕季
This poem is also Horikawa hyakushu 245.
さいたづままだうら若きみ吉野の霞がくれに雉子鳴くなり
saitaduma
mada urawakaki
miyosino no
kasumigakure ni
kigisu nakunari |
The fleeceflower is
Yet fresh and green
In fair Yoshino, where
Hidden in the haze
The pheasants call. |
'Simply moving and elegant'